Milkshake Thief

C h a p t e r 4

"JORDAN HURRY YOUR DAMN CURRY I NEED TO TAKE A WAZ"

"LOOK WHO WANTS TO TAKE A PISS NOW BISH"

"JUST HURRY UP"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME LAST TIME ERM NOOOO"

"MAN I'M ABOUT TO PISS MYSELF"

"PISS YOURSELF THEN"

"I'LL PISS IN YOUR ROOM"

"NO YOU WOULDN'T"

"IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP I'LL WALK INTO YOUR ROOM CLIMB ON YOUR DESK AND TAKE A NICE LONG PISS"

"YOU WOULDN'T AND WE ALL KNOW IT"

"WANNA BET"

"WANNA BET THAT I'LL PISS IN YOUR ROOM AFTER YOU PISS IN JORDAN'S AND JORDAN YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR TWO STINKING HOURS EVEN I DON'T TAKE THAT LONG YOU PRUNE FISH" My mother shouted making her presence known

"God what's with all this noise it's Saturday morning for crying out loud" My Dad grumbled also making his presence known

Jordan got out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around his lower half and I instantly bolted inside locking the door and doing my business.

After I was done I washed my hands and head downstairs. I waltz into the front room only to see that my Dad is asleep on the sofa. Typical.

My stomach grumbled demanding to be fed so I went into the kitchen and made myself some cereal. Quickly wolfing it down, I skip to the bathroom like a weird ballerina and brushed my teeth. After I was done with that I made my way back to the front room.

Jordan was dressed to go out, he was leaning on the door talking to someone on the phone. He dug his trainer on the floor making a squeaking sound. He hung up and rubbed his hand over his face.

"kids I'm kicking you out of the house for a bit I need you to buy me this stuff" mum says casually throwing a small list of food items at Jordan

"Mum I'm going out with some friends, so Lana's going alone" he says and pushes himself off the door

"I don't think so mate, do you actually think that Lana would buy anything on that list"

Jordan didn't reply, hey it's not my fault I loose the list and spend the money on Milkshakes.

"Fine but Lana your bringing the stuff back alone I'll leave you"

"That's the sprite"

"You mean spirit mum not sprite" I comment raising my eyebrow

"Yeah yeah the same thing" she sasses waving her hand 

"Sprite is a drink and spirit is practically a ghost that ain't the same thing" Jordan says

"Shut up you fat baloney who do you think carried your fat arse for nine months this chick did, so don't be questioning me alright get out of the house before I decide to kick you to the sun"

"Mum why you do this to me" he says pouting

"You look like a retarded duck, I sure  as hell know that I flipping popped a human from my cherry and not a duck now go the both of you before I seriously kick both of your butts to the sun"

Jordan was going say something more but I dragged him by the arm before mum really decided to kick our bums to the sky. Once we was out of the house I  let go.

"Our mother is a nutter" Jordan grumbled

"I think that's where we get our crazy from" I say with a shrug